I won a prize. One of my distant co-workers sent an email saying she got a box set of stephen king dvd's and whoever could tell her who played the evil politician in Dead Zone could have it. Duh, Charlie Sheen! ed note: thanks to mommylap it's Martin Sheen! Now I can't remember if I told her Charlie or Martin, but I won, that's what counts!
I won!

I have almost succeeded in quitting eating bread. Stupid bread. I miss it terribly. Do tortillas count as bread? I suppose they do.
I remember when I was a vegetarian people would ask me, "what do you eat?" which is a stupid, stupid question.
Now with bread cut out of my diet the entire sandwich genre is gone. Gone. Where did it go? I don't know. Oh, here it is in my crazy, ocd brain!.

Homemade hot cereal for breakfast, five days a week. Lunch will consist of a dairy product (usually cottage cheese but sometimes plain yogurt or low-fat milk (I need the calcium, dammit!)), and fruit or vegetable. Usually a fruit salad from the deli, or some wonderful greek appetizer salad that they make, full of sodium and olive oil.
So yummy.


Oh, oh, but the weekend. I go to MV and eat whatever there is to eat. I don't even worry about it! Bread, butter, pasta with cheese sauce, pizza, hamburgers, everything, anything goes! Erik is a good cook and we go to restaurants, too.
If I'm going to a restaurant, I'm not messing around with some stupid diet, ya know? I'm going to get something good! I've eaten nothing but oats and raw foods for five days, gimme something bad!! I am still a freegan, afterall.
"Freegans rarely give serious concern to semantical hair-splitting, and such questions are largely irrelevant since most freegans also employ some or all of these non-food practices regardless of whether or not they fall under the "freegan" label" is a good quote from that article.
Sort of like the existentialists that can't agree what that word means.
"Although there are certain common tendencies among existentialist thinkers, there are major differences and disagreements among them, and not all of them even affiliate themselves with or accept the validity of the term "existentialism".

Yeah, like that.

And now that I have bored you and myself with all these links and dietary revelations, here is a photo of my rack:
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Clicky for biggie on so many levels...

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Before you get too excited by that, here is a photo of the belly you have to crawl over to get at them: